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She looked a little confused as she shielded her eyes from the flashlight.“Y-yes.”
″Not one of those little dainty ones, is it?”
She shook her head.“It’s in the living room.”
I walked over to her and she started screaming.“Shut the fuck up, I’m not going to hurt you.Get up,” I commanded.Lord knows I’d heard enough of her wailing and screeching to last me a lifetime.She scrambled to her feet and I grabbed her by the arm, then led her back to the living room so she could get her purse.She grabbed it from the loveseat and then I walked her back, past all of the dead bodies, to the office where my treasure laid.She wasn’t lying, it was a nice sized bag and I made her stand beside me as I dumped the contents out, which consisted of sex toys, feminine shit like perfume, vajay-jay spray to keep the cooch smelling fresh, make-up, and tampons.There were also a bunch of condoms.Those I put back into the purse.
I loaded all but one stack into the bag and tossed it over my shoulder.You can call me a vigilante, dark knight, or even a hero, but you wouldn’t be calling me broke.I took great risks, I wanted great rewards.
”That’s for you.”I gestured to the stack I’d left on the table.“Go buy yourself something nice.”I walked away.
″Wait,” she called out, catching my attention.
″What?”
″Th-thank you.I was really afraid of him, he wouldn’t let me leave and I think he was going to really hurt me.But you saved me,” she said.
″He probably would have killed you, seemed like that was his kink.”I didn’t bother to hold any more conversation with the chick.I turned and ran out of the mansion.It didn’t take me long at all to get back to my car.My adrenaline was pumping, fueling a ton of emotions in me.I was stoked, horny, happy, and proud at the same time.I headed back home and called Jordan to open the door for me.Once he did, I pulled in, killed the engine, and climbed out of the car.
He rushed over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.I hugged him back.He looked up at me, beaming.“Did it go the way you wanted?”
I smiled and nodded.“Better.”I even have more money now to buy new equipment.“The son of a bitch was getting ready to hurt another woman just like I suspected.Well, he’s dead now.”Jordan let me go and I took off my eye mask, tossing it on the table.
″You look so sexy right now,” Jordan said.“Except for the purse.”
I cocked an eyebrow.“Oh?This thing is the sexiest thing here.”I took it off my shoulder, turned it upside down, and out poured all of the money and condoms, spilling all over the table.
″Holy shit, how much money is that?”Jordan asked as he walked over to the table.
″My guess would be close to half a million dollars.”
″Jesus Christ!”Jordan gasped, then looked down at the money again.“I may not need to work.”
″Well, let’s say we don’t have to worry about rent for a while.As for me, I’m going to need more and better weaponry and equipment.For one thing, I’d like a garrote.”
Jordan frowned.“I don’t even know what that is.”
″You don’t need to know, it can’t be programmed.Now, enough talking.I’m all fired up, my cock is rock hard and I’m ready to fuck the living shit out of you,” I growled, snatching up one of the packs of condoms.I reached out, grabbing him by his waist, and hoisted him up.He locked his legs around me and we started kissing as I walked us to our bed.
I tossed him on the sheets and he giggled.
″You ready for this cock?”I asked as I took off my jacket.
He smiled up at me, looking so fucking cute.“Why Cobra, I thought you’d never ask.”
Aaahh yeah, I was about to tear his ass up.Today was a good day.
Chapter five
Noble
I’dbeensittingonthis rooftop for the past half an hour watching this shady looking bastard across the street.He was selling drugs to anyone who drove up to him to purchase.I was contemplating on jumping down there and fucking up his night.I mean, he was scum… although he wasn’t forcing anyone to buy the drugs.He didn’t hold a gun up to their heads and rob them of their money, then toss them a meth rock for their troubles, possibly robbing them of their futures.They all came to him willingly for his meth.
This place had a bunch of motherfuckers just like him working day and night.You could throw a rock in any direction and hit one.Last month, I took one out who was selling marijuana and bath salts.I made use of the sticky-icky and money, but left the bath salts on him for the police to use as evidence when they booked his ass.That was my good deed for the day.But then by the next day, there was another dealer on the same corner doing the same thing.Motherfuckers popped up like weeds.
Sure, I’d been doing my superhero… or in my case, anti-hero thing for three months now.I had taken out pimps who were beating the shit out of, and even killing, their whores… but not the whores.Who was I to tell a woman or man what to do with their bodies?Not only that, but prostitution was a public service, as far as I was concerned.Not everyone wanted to have to work hard at getting laid.Sometimes, just paying for it was easier.
Anyway, I’d taken out abusive pimps, murders, thieves, gangbangers, and child molesters… but drug dealers were a gray area for me.Were they like fast food places?Sure, we all knew that shit wasn’t good for our bodies and if we continued to eat there, we would probably end up dying of some food-related illness.But no one was making any of us go in there.Or were dealers just as horrible as the other pieces of shit I’d flushed away?Ah hell, this was going to fuck with my head.
